Our wait should be over and our suffering should end tonight. I took her inside my room and locked the door from inside she moved towards the balcony ...in the rain, I also moved behind her slowly, I reached for her soft and curvy waist and hold her close to me pressing my body against her. She looked at me and closed her eyes in anticipation when I whispered in her ears; tonight I will make you princess Bhabhi and moved her hairs to see her bare back against the dark night.I pressed my lips on. Both Jean and Sandra called her 'mum' and because they hadn't offered any other name I fell in to the practice of calling her that too. It seemed strangely natural. Although in her fifties she was certainly not looking it. She had the same mousy coloured hair as Sandra and whether it was natural or well managed there was no grey to be seen, but didn't look dyed. Her eyes were bright and the same blue as her daughter and seeing them together they were remarkably alike, with mum just a little. Jones was in really bad shape. The fair amount of muscle growth he had built up was reducing, he looked weaker. His hair seemed longer so too were his fingernails. He was thin and hairless. He looked like a prepubescent boy. I laughed."Well looks like you're going to be fucked by me after all. I hope you enjoy your life as a nymphomaniac."He looked shocked and had a fierce look in his eyes. "I thought we made a pact." Sorry buddy. But I don't like you and I think quite simply you deserve this.. "Well, I can't say I don't want it but you are my friends wife, this is wrong." I tried saying that out loud to not only remind her it was wrong but to maybe convince myself as well."You know, he's been drinking and he's out, passed out. You know how he is, he'll be out for hours. He never needs to know what goes on in here tonight. Me? I hardly drank at all tonight. I wanted to be completely sober when I did this." Mary, this is wrong-" I couldn't finish the sentence before she put her mouth.